---AVALON POV---
"Yes. I do."
"Good."
He leans in to my lips again and kisses me deeply, stealing my breath away. Shocked by his unnatural display of public affection, I find myself unable to speak when he pulls his lips away from mine.
"I'll be back here to pick you up in a few hours." "OK."
We walk back to stand with Spencer who looks somewhat excited to start training with me, as if I were a shiny new toy that he can't wait to play with.
"Are you ready to start learning Krav Maga your grace?" Spencer asks.
"Yes," I answer and my eyes drift toward the
people fighting on the black mat behind him.
"Are you sure you can handle it?"
I want to say yes with confidence, because after all, I always imagined that self-defense classes consisted of nothing more than simple blocking and hitting and screaming to let others know of my whereabouts. I always
